My wife Anne and I spend a good deal of time at our cabin on a lake in the northwoods of Minnesota. During a recent trip to our little slice of paradise, Anne had to attend to some business out of town requiring her to leave home for nearly a week.
She returned to the lake on a Friday afternoon and I knew Anne needed some time to herself to unwind. I suggested that she go for a long run. "I'll fix dinner, you just go take care of yourself," I told her. I didn't need to suggest it twice. Within 30 minutes of returning home, Anne was in her running gear heading out the door for a long run.
After she finished her run Anne took another hour and a half to do Pilate's and yoga, and then she took a long shower. It was nearly 8:00 p.m. when she came out of the shower wrapped in a towel. I asked Anne when she wanted to have dinner and she said, "In an hour or so. I just want to hang out and watch the sunset with you."
I mixed myself a drink and retired to the living room to listen to some music and watch the sun slowly sink into the western sky as I waited for Anne to dry off and get dressed. I was seated in a very large stuffed chair with my feet propped up on a big, over-sized ottoman. Life was good. My wife was home, the weather was fantastic, I had a drink in my hand and was completely relaxed. "It just doesn't get any better than this," I thought to myself. Well, I was wrong.
I looked up to see Anne standing in the doorway between the kitchen and our living room. She was a vision. At 52 years old Anne has a better body than most women 15 years younger than her. She is 5 foot 2 inches and weighs 115. She has firm 34C breasts, a flat stomach, gently rounded hips, a high, tight bubble butt, and shapely legs. Her auburn colored hair hangs just past her shoulders and accentuates her emerald green eyes. Anne has a pretty face, a tiny little nose with a smattering of freckles across her cheeks. The only thing that could improve upon Anne's fantastic looks was the outfit she was wearing.
Anne had on a lacy white shelf bra, the type that hold up a woman's breasts yet leave them fully exposed. Anne has great looking tits, and I could see that her pink nipples were already erect indicating she was very turned on. She had on white thigh-high stockings and white high heel shoes, but was wearing no panties. She was wearing just enough to highlight her gorgeous naked body.
Anne had shaved her pubic area during her shower leaving a tiny little patch of hair no bigger than a postage stamp just above her clit. She walked into the living room to the chair where I was sitting and climbed onto my lap. Anne wrapped her arm around my shoulder, put her other hand on my crotch and leaned into me for a kiss. Her lips were moist and soft, her tongue found its way into my mouth where it danced with my tongue.
Anne smelled wonderful, an intoxicating mix of having just come out of the shower, the erotic scent of her subtle perfume and the sweet smell of her moist pussy. After a long, passionate kiss, she whispered, "I need you to make me cum."
Gently I moved Anne onto the ottoman in front of the chair where we were sitting. I stood up and in a blink of an eye removed every stitch of clothing I had on. I knelt down in front of Anne as she lay on the ottoman and spread her legs wide open. Instinctively, Anne slid down the ottoman so her ass and pussy were just hanging off the edge, her high heels rested flat on the floor. Her back and head lay comfortably on the large ottoman.
